In Love Instead

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

This thought has been mulling in me for the past week:

Wouldn't you like to be in love instead?

While washing dishes, my silver reflection, twisted
face gleaming; while sleeping deeply in his warm embraces;
while walking with ice cream through the city at night, watching
the leaves and their final thrust of flowerful virility,
shouting 'luscious red' and 'golden yellow', here and there
the skin
whispering
'caramel',
a dream leftover from some sunny day at the beach.

While rolling over the wet ash pavement, beneath the rose
and smoking skies, the air purring like a thunderous lion,
and wind licks you with velvet tongues; while slicing the green peppers,
or washing the linens, and they come out smelling of
no man, and it makes you cry just a little, and reminds you
of the night you huddled alone and desperate into that complicated bed
knowing
it hadn't been washed since you had both made love, and you heard his name in
the rustling of the sheets, though you were only fifteen and names did not yet
mean anything at all, or else should not have, but did.

Wouldn't you like to be in love instead?

You remember it meaning something once.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Key to Ugly
by: Travis Ray Cole
from: Chicago, IL, US

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